Chapter 29: Completely Controlled by My Junior

“?”

“What do you mean, if I help you clean your clothes, you’ll give me a chance to pursue you?”

Yu Qing incredulously dug at his ear, staring in shock at the smug junior in front of him.

“Why, I’m already giving you a chance. Doesn’t senior want to take it?”

Fu Yi leaned over the table, her beautiful face inching closer to Yu Qing.

The white gauze dress soaked by coffee now faintly revealed the temptation beneath.

Did you really believe that?

Yu Qing wanted to say that, but when he thought about being further teased by the junior, he reluctantly swallowed the thought.

But!

Heh, woman, do you think the beauty trap works on me?

It’s just a Pink Skeleton.

I’ve seen every part of this body—you really think I want to pursue you?

What benefit is there in dating you?

Just for the household registration?

A mere junior, easily handled.

Yu Qing inwardly sneered at the junior’s ignorance, thinking she could make him flustered with such a foolish move?

She probably thinks he’s the kind of clueless virgin who knows nothing!

“……”

“Then forget it. A man and woman alone together—it’s not good for the junior’s reputation.”

Hey, it’s true.

Yu Qing smiled on the outside as he sat in his chair, but bitter tears streamed inside.

On the surface, he was all talk—’brother’ this, ‘confession’ that—but in reality, he was no love expert.

He was just a little virgin disguising himself to avoid being teased by a witch.

Twenty years of virgin life—seeing a woman’s body was limited to educational videos.

Although after becoming a junior himself, he’d seen everything he should and shouldn’t, each transformation still left him shy and flustered.

Not to mention, the real junior was in front of him, using the ultimate wet-clothes temptation move, smiling invitingly.

Forget juniors—even if it was wiping down his older sister of over ten years, he’d agonize over how to refuse.

The number of female bodies he’d touched in his life could be counted on one hand, and after excluding family, it was pitifully few.

“Oh~, so senior is thinking of me so much.”

Fu Yi’s eyes brightened, her body pressing forward again.

Her fullness nearly spilled from her chest, enticing but not overly provocative.

“I thought senior was just shy. Seems I was overthinking.”

“Haha… Shy? What’s there to be shy about.”

Yu Qing forced a smile, trying desperately to end the topic.

“Since senior is so amazing, then join me at the School Anniversary in a month.”

“I’ve prepared a Partner Dance. Senior, you’ll dance the Male Steps.”

Fu Yi’s words were earth-shattering.

No matter how Yu Qing tried to imagine, he couldn’t believe things had shifted here.

“Partner Dance?”

Yu Qing felt as if struck by lightning, his mind going blank.

The psychological walls he’d painstakingly built crumbled instantly, leaving only that phrase buzzing in his head.

What did dancing a Partner Dance at the School Anniversary mean?

It meant standing before thousands, dancing with the School Belle junior.

Every move, every step, magnified countless times.

Dance well, and you become the green leaf highlighting the junior.

Dance poorly, and you’re the school’s laughingstock.

“That’s right.”

Fu Yi smiled like a cat who stole the cream, clearly pleased with his reaction.

The frustration that had been building since their meeting vanished, leaving her utterly refreshed.

She straightened up slowly, twisting a damp strand of hair at her chest with her finger.

“The School Anniversary performance requires each Academy to present a program.”

“Our Academy planned a Partner Waltz segment.”

“The original male partner twisted his ankle playing basketball a few days ago, so we’re struggling to find someone.”

Fu Yi blinked, her gaze sliding over Yu Qing with a hint of slyness and victorious mischief.

“I heard from Weiwei that your body proportions are good, your flexibility is excellent, and when you’re with a Pretty Girl like me, you act perfectly calm.”

“Your psychological strength should be fine.”

“So, reliable senior, can you help your junior with this favor?”

Help?

Dance a Waltz? With Fu Yi? In front of the entire school?

He understood each word, but together, they were terrifying.

Yu Qing’s CPU fried completely.

The earlier bravado about “Pink Skeletons” and “easy to handle” now seemed utterly ridiculous.

Dance a Waltz with a junior before the whole school?

That’s like throwing a socially anxious, non-swimmer into a tango dance pool!

“Sure, I have no problem.”

His heart was weak, but he kept up the tough front.

Invite him to the School Anniversary, and have him dance as the male partner?

What a joke—how could this major event be used to mess with someone so lightly?

A mere junior, thinking she could scare him with this, was still too naive.

He was sure even if he agreed, the junior would eventually find a reason to drop him.

No way she wanted to embarrass herself with him.

If it was all fake, what harm was there in agreeing?

Thinking this, Yu Qing straightened up, pretending to look relaxed at the smiling junior, though he felt nervous inside.

“Really, senior? If you agree, I’ll submit the report~”

“A man’s word is his bond. It’s just a dance—easy as pie!”

“Great! I’ll submit it to the Administrative Office!”

Fu Yi clapped her hands in delight, then started tapping away on her phone, making it look quite real.

“……”

She couldn’t have actually sent it, right?

Yu Qing’s brow furrowed.

He stretched his neck, trying to peek.

But before he could see anything, the junior held her phone up to his face.

On the screen was a chat with a stranger, the reporting process all laid out.

When Fu Yi entered his name, the process seemed completely finalized!

This can’t be right?! Are you really going to ruin me, junior?!

“Um, junior, I just remembered I promised my Granny to watch Pleasant Goat together during the School Anniversary, so I think I’ll pass.”

Yu Qing opened his mouth, only to find his voice dry.

He coughed, clearing his throat to look more composed.

“I mean, I really can’t dance. Okay, honestly, I can’t dance at all. Earlier, I was just bluffing!”

It was the truth.

Even if he could dance, he’d still say he couldn’t.

Dancing in front of a crowd was worse than death.

“No problem!”

Fu Yi answered breezily, as if she’d expected it.

“I can teach you. There’s over a month until the School Anniversary.”

“Plenty of time. We can practice a few nights each week.”

Teach me?

Practice together?

Spending several evenings a week alone?

Guh, just kill me.

Yu Qing’s vision went dark, already picturing a month of endless suffering.

In a quiet practice room, his limbs out of sync, clumsily stepping on Fu Yi’s feet, her eyes full of mocking amusement.

The air thick with embarrassment.

“No, no, no, this really isn’t right!”

Yu Qing struggled to the end, all his pretense evaporating.

Plan A had utterly failed.

“My hands and feet don’t coordinate, seriously. You know Radio Calisthenics? Even the Hope Senior Class—I can’t do it properly, let alone a Waltz I’ve never heard of.”

“Wouldn’t I just embarrass you on stage, junior? And… and…”

Yu Qing desperately searched his mind for excuses, saying whatever came to mind:

“And, besides, men and women shouldn’t touch! Right? Dancing involves contact—it’s too inappropriate!”

Fu Yi tilted her head, her smile deepening, eyes playful.

“Oh? Who was it just now saying, ‘What’s there to be shy about’?”

“And talking about ‘being alone hurting the reputation’?”

“So that’s what senior cares about?”

She gave a soft laugh, her tone light but landing like a tiny hammer on Yu Qing’s heart.

“So senior was actually… shy, after all.”

Though it was phrased as a question, she spoke as if it was a statement.